The photograph stayed between Maya and me like something radioactive.<\/p>\n
I kept expecting familiarity to rearrange itself into coincidence. Perhaps the woman only resembled Jessica. Perhaps Maya had made a mistake. Perhaps twenty years and a different hairstyle had tricked my eyes.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed the small crescent-shaped scar above the woman\u2019s right eyebrow.<\/p>\n
Jessica had the same scar.<\/p>\n
She told me she got it falling from a bicycle when she was nine.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow certain are you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Maya did not soften the answer. \u201cCertain.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over. A date and the name of the charity event had been printed on the back.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria Morales.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor\u2019s daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she married me as Jessica Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya folded her hands. \u201cThat appears to be what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood so abruptly my chair scraped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does someone do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBennett was her mother\u2019s maiden name. Jessica is her middle name. She didn\u2019t manufacture an identity from nothing. She began using different parts of her legal name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo technically she could tell herself she wasn\u2019t lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not defending her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked to the window.<\/p>\n
Eight years of memories crowded behind my eyes: our first apartment, the courthouse where we signed our marriage license, Jessica crying when I proposed, the winter we spent three days without electricity, the quiet Sunday mornings when she read beside me while I made coffee.<\/p>\n
Had every one of those moments been staged?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did she learn who I was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s one of the questions we don\u2019t have an answer to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve known about this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until recently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur brought me that photograph four days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The timing struck me.<\/p>\n
The thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
The secret trip.<\/p>\n
The records.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found it with the money I gave him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya opened another folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur had been trying to prove Jessica\u2019s identity for months. He found references to Victoria Morales but couldn\u2019t establish the connection. The certified records gave him what he needed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did he suspect her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she asked him about the Morales trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica had never mentioned a Morales trust to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to Arthur, she tried to make it sound casual. She asked whether your mother had ever left anything in your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Dad becoming unusually quiet during a barbecue that summer. Jessica had been helping him carry plates inside.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought they had argued about politics.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she care?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust may be worth considerably more than anyone believed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d rather not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaya.\u201d<\/p>\n
She studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPotentially millions.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word felt absurd.<\/p>\n
I laughed once, without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father still buys store-brand coffee because it\u2019s fifty cents cheaper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe money was never Arthur\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
Maya explained that Elena\u2019s grandfather had created a trust for his descendants. Victor controlled portions of the family business after Elena disappeared, but certain assets could not legally pass to him if Elena had a surviving child.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believe so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t he come after us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe he couldn\u2019t find you. Maybe he thought you were dead. Maybe someone convinced him you were no longer a threat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr maybe he did find me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes went to Jessica\u2019s photograph.<\/p>\n
Maya said nothing.<\/p>\n
I drove to Dad\u2019s hospital with the photograph inside my jacket.<\/p>\n
He was awake.<\/p>\n
The moment he saw my face, he understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow recently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA week.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pulled the photograph out.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew my wife was Victor Morales\u2019s daughter for a week and didn\u2019t tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to confirm it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sleeps beside me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has access to my house, my accounts, everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
A nurse glanced through the doorway.<\/p>\n
Dad waited until she passed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if I was wrong, I would have destroyed your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if you were right?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes settled on mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed to know what she wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t your decision to make.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The admission took some of the force from my anger.<\/p>\n
Dad looked older than he had the day before.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve made too many decisions for you already.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Jessica when we met?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you recognize her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. She called herself Jessica Bennett. I had never met Victoria as an adult.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you become suspicious?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen she asked about Elena\u2019s trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew the name of the attorney who created it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe her father told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed colder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t confront her until you know what she knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like something from a spy movie.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur family has always had a talent for making simple things complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s on the DNA packet?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s another problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sample isn\u2019t yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElena\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have Mom\u2019s DNA?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA preserved medical sample. Maya helped locate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo determine whether a woman who contacted me is really her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything inside me stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman contacted you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you didn\u2019t know whether Mom was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe claims to be Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
Dad lifted a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, listen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have spent thirty years deciding which pieces of my life I\u2019m allowed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to verify her identity before putting you through this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to protect me by lying anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
The anger had nowhere to go after that.<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe contacted me through an intermediary. She refused to give me an address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you speak to her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s eyes glistened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sounded like Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had never heard my father say my mother\u2019s real name with such tenderness.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo know whether you were safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter thirty years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she had reasons for staying hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat reasons?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t explain over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the DNA packet.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe sent a sample?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA strand of hair and a cheek swab through the intermediary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you\u2019re testing it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was part of what the thousand dollars was for.\u201d<\/p>\n
A laugh escaped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou borrowed money from me to find out whether my supposedly dead mother is alive while secretly investigating whether my wife is related to the man who threatened our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad grimaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you say it like that, it sounds bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time since his surgery, he laughed.<\/p>\n
It hurt him immediately.<\/p>\n
I helped him settle back.<\/p>\n
Then his expression became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just told me not to trust Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you not to confront her without knowing what she wants.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe difference is that frightened people make mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think she\u2019s dangerous?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That uncertainty frightened me more than a warning would have.<\/p>\n
When I reached home, Jessica\u2019s car was in the driveway.<\/p>\n
I sat behind the wheel for several minutes.<\/p>\n
My own house looked unfamiliar.<\/p>\n
The porch light she had chosen.<\/p>\n
The curtains we had bought together.<\/p>\n
The Japanese maple we planted after our fifth anniversary.<\/p>\n
How much of our life belonged to Jessica Bennett?<\/p>\n
How much belonged to Victoria Morales?<\/p>\n
She was cooking when I entered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cImproving.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned down the burner.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m glad.\u201d<\/p>\n
I put my keys on the counter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her shoulders stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout last night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
Then she turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Morales.\u201d<\/p>\n
The wooden spoon slipped from her hand and struck the stovetop.<\/p>\n
For several seconds neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
Finally she whispered, \u201cWhere did you hear that name?\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the photograph from my jacket and placed it on the counter.<\/p>\n
Jessica stared at it.<\/p>\n
The color drained from her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho gave you this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you don\u2019t understand what you\u2019re looking at.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m looking at my wife standing beside Victor Morales.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you Victoria Morales?\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
When she opened them, something in her expression had disappeared.<\/p>\n
The practiced confusion.<\/p>\n
The defensiveness.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hurt more than I expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long were you planning to keep that from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight years gave you several opportunities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt seems incredibly simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked toward the dining table and sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t marry you because of your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had not asked that.<\/p>\n
The fact that she said it immediately made my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would you think I suspected that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Arthur found that photograph, he probably found the trust records.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remained standing.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father talked about Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word came reluctantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Victor say about her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat she stole from the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad says Victor stole from her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you learn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears after he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore or after you married me?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to believe her.<\/p>\n
That was the worst part.<\/p>\n
Even with the photograph between us and the duplicate keys in my pocket, some deeply conditioned part of me wanted my wife to explain everything until the world returned to normal.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did we meet, Jessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know how.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the coffee shop near your office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccidentally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched her.<\/p>\n
She held my gaze.<\/p>\n
Then looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does mostly mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed her palms against the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before meeting me.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to narrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat files?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOn Arthur. Elena. You.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you found them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Dad got sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor had died six years ago. Jessica and I had been married eight.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found them while your father was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long before we met?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFour months.\u201d<\/p>\n
The number struck harder than anything else she had admitted.<\/p>\n
She had known who I was four months before our supposedly accidental meeting.<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not approach you for money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou approached me deliberately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to understand why my father had a file on you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you investigated me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI looked you up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou followed me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to places you went.\u201d<\/p>\n
The coffee shop.<\/p>\n
The bookstore where we had our second accidental meeting.<\/p>\n
The neighborhood festival where we had laughed about running into each other again.<\/p>\n
None of them had been accidents.<\/p>\n
My marriage seemed to fracture backward through time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did it become real?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost immediately.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t cry and make me comfort you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wiped her face angrily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you open my safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was afraid Arthur had found something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething about the trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked genuinely frightened now.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething about my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does if you understand Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen help me understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father kept leverage on everyone. Business partners. Employees. Family. He recorded conversations. Saved documents. Hid copies in different places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The similarity hung between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter he died, I found evidence that he had been looking for something Elena took the night of the fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot only records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about Elena going back into a burning house.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was valuable enough to risk her life?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father called it the original.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never wrote that down.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy were you searching Dad\u2019s house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy should I believe you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least she didn\u2019t pretend otherwise.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Maya.<\/p>\n
I answered without taking my eyes off Jessica.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, we received the DNA result.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sample submitted by the woman claiming to be Elena is a maternal match to the preserved sample.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means the woman who contacted Arthur is almost certainly your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica watched my face.<\/p>\n
I barely heard Maya\u2019s next words.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s alive, Ethan.\u201d<\/p>\n
The photograph stayed between Maya and me like something radioactive. I kept expecting familiarity to rearrange itself into coincidence. Perhaps the woman only resembled Jessica. Perhaps Maya had made a … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1810,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1815","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-chapter-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1815","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1815"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1815\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1827,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1815\/revisions\/1827"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1810"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1815"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1815"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thechapterstory.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1815"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}